hed the inn servants under the mysterious penalty of

“letting them know” something not mentioned if they stayed

there, staring, recovered her charge by a regular series of

gradations, and coaxed her to lay her drooping head upon her

shoulder.

“I hope she will do well now,” said Mr. Lorry.

“No thanks to you in brown, if she does. My darling pretty!”

“I hope,” said Mr. Lorry, after another pause of feeble

sympathy and humility, “that you accompany Miss Manette to

France?”

“A likely thing, too!” replied the strong woman. “If it was ever

intended that I should go across salt water, do you suppose

Providence would have cast my lot in an island?”

This being another question hard to answer, Mr. Jarvis Lorry

withdrew to consider it.

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Chapter V

THE WINE SHOP

A

large cask of wine had been dropped and broken, in the

street. The accident had happened in getting it out of a

cart; the cask had tumbled out with a run, the hoops had

burst, and it lay on the stones just outside the door of the wineshop,

shattered like a walnut-shell.

All the people within reach had suspended their business, or

their idleness, to run to the spot and drink the wine. The rough,

irregular stones of the street, pointing every way, and designed,